Jacqueline stood by her window frame, her eyes blurred by the tears of sadness running down her face, hands wrapped about herself, trying to comfort herself, for the hands that used to do that for her were gone. He was gone!
The news she received four days ago, her love was gone, he died on a hunting trip, a wild boar had attacked him unexpectedly and killed him instantly. Christopher the love of her life was gone! Each memory of her love sending shivers of pain and agony through her soul. She could not bear to live without him. Ten years they had been wed and it seemed like yesterday they had met.
She leaned against the window frame remembering how they had met.
It had been the coming out ball for her sister Amanda, Jacqueline was 20 years old then and unmarried. She refused all suitors saying marriage was useless if she was not in love. Her parents had left her to that decision knowing she was stubborn and could not argue with her. Then at that ball she had seen him, Christopher 27 yrs old, black jet hair and dark skin, tall and lean. She was shocked that a man could possess such beauty, then as if fate had led him there, their eyes locked and he had stared at her for minutes, before he boldly approached her and asked her to dance.
Christopher fell in love with her that same night, they talked, laughed and danced.
Soon after that he began his courtship and not more than 7 months later they were wed.
Even when he found out she could bear him no children, his love for her did not change in fact it grew stronger. Together they traveled the world and loved each other endlessly. Their love was so strong nothing could draw them apart, except death!
"Death!" she whispered through her panting sobs. Life was of no use without him, none at all. She thought.
She turned away from the window frame and looked down at the dagger she had set on the table. No! She refused to live without him; she would join him she thought, Soon.
On her bed she had laid her purple and gold robe, "he loved that robe so much." she thought. It was fitting for what she wanted to do.
Approaching her bed, she slid off the black mourning clothes and stood naked; her body of 30 yrs had not changed, still incredibly beautiful and soft. Picking up her robe she slid her hands into the silk fabric and tied the knot at her waist. She stepped to her door and turned the lock, locking it, she needed to be alone and undisturbed.
Back to the table she lifted the heavy dagger, sliding the cold steel between her fingers, turned and walked towards mirror table. Sitting upon the chair, opening her robe, she slid the knife against her warm skin and closed her eyes.
"Forgive me lord, I cannot bear to live without him, my life is empty and so is my soul." she whispered.
Holding the knife aimed at her heart, her hand about to strike, it was stopped.
Chapter two
He was sent back for a reason and now he knew it, suddenly he was watching the love of his life about to strike the dagger into her heart and he leapt forward, stopping the dagger before it touched her skin. "Jacqueline my love, no" he whispered as he held her hand away from her heart.
She opened her eyes, the sound of his voice, "was she dead already? Was she with her love? Christopher?" she turned around and saw him.
Her Christopher an angel, dark wings, and beautiful as always."Her beloved!"
"Christopher, my love." she said.